Best 2271 quotes in «missing quotes» category

I mean, I've - these other films were flukes. I don't know what I'm doing. I should just quit. What would I miss? I'd miss my house and I'd miss going to work. But I think the thing that I realized I would miss most is probably similar to everybody, which is your friends.

I meet people who use the term "plant spirit" as a matter of course. Initially I thought they were all rather woo-woo, but as I met more brilliant, accomplished plant spirit thought leaders, my thoughts started to shift to, "What am I missing here?

I'm fighting Miguel Cotto on May 5th because Miss Pac Man is ducking me

I'm forever gonna miss the start to the finish, the rush of racing downhill.

I’m gonna miss you,” Brianna says. “I’m gonna miss you too, baby,” Angelo murmurs. For Pete’s sake. It’s not like she’s leaving on a trip around the world. She’s only headed to homeroom.

I'm human. I'm going to miss shots, ... When I miss four (in a row), I've got to feel I can make the fifth one.

I'm having a great time. I get to travel and see the world. And yeah, I'll have a family, because I don't want to miss out on that amazing experience, but it's not defining who I am.

I might have skipped class, but I didn't miss any lessons.

I might even pursue a career in politics. If I do, I will have had great practice dealing with the avalanche of daily criticism from working at Fox News and being a former Miss America. I'm ready for anything!

I miss animation very passionately. Not continuously, but every once in a while I would die to do another film.

I miss basketball every now and then.

I miss directing. I see stories in images and music more so than in dialogue.

I miss driving to Goodison Park. I miss just the positive energy of the fans walking into the stadium and how much they care about that club and the team. And I miss the players a lot.

I missed Rosaleen's snoring the way you'd miss the sound of the ocean waves after you've gotten used to sleeping with them. I didn't realize how it had comforted me. Quiteness has a strange, spongy hum that can nearly break your eardrums.

I miss everything about Chicago, except January and February.

I miss him, my lady.” “Well, he is now living adjacent. You can hardly miss him all that much.” “True. But we are no longer compatible—I am a werewolf; he is a vampire.” “So?” “So we cannot dance the same dance we used to.” Biffy was so sweet when he tried to be circumspect. Alexia shook her head at him. “Biffy, and I mean this in the kindest way possible: then you should change the music.” “Very good, my lady.

I miss Irish milk. Probably not as much as Superquinn sausages.

I miss being able to wake up when I want and go on stage when I want and pull down my pants when I want.

I miss Bettie Page. I've been missing her since the last time I photographed her in 1954.

I missed you, Angel. Not one day went by that I didn't feel you missing from my life.

I miss going to church, but I think the Lord understands.

I miss my wife's cooking - as often as I can.

I miss Nixon. Compared to these Nazis we have in the White House now, Richard Nixon was a flaming liberal.

I miss playing with Miles. I did play with him a little while before he left the planet, but even at that time I longed to maybe do some things together.

I miss sometimes the buzz of America. A sense that anything can change at the drop of a hat. In a way, it's an exhausting thing to live with.

I miss Texas so bad. That’s the hard part about being out here in L.A., trying to pursue acting and music and lighting and production and stuff. It takes a lot of time out from your personal life, and I can only get back to Texas three times a year at most. It’s tough.

I miss the cast and crew of Supernatural immensely. I know it's a cliche to say your cast and crew are like your family, but it's really the case there.

I miss the closet. Homosexuals, not to speak of the rest of society, were far better off when social pressure forced them to hide their activities.

I miss the experience of walking into a record store and find old stuff without expecting to.

I miss the grasshoppers much, but suppose it is all for the best. I should become too much attached to a trotting world.

I miss 100% of the shots I don't take.

I miss Colombia. It's a great place.

I miss her. I don't know how to live without her. There is a hole inside me that nothing fills. If you don't find something to fill that hole, someone else will. And if someone else fills it, they own you. Forever. You'll never get yourself back.

I miss my dad every day, but I know he would be proud to see me continuing to swim and going for another shot at the Olympics.

I miss the $2 bill, 'cause I can break a two. $20, no. $10, no. $5, maybe, $2? Oh yeah. What do you need, a one and another one?

I miss the animal buoyancy of New York, the animal vitality. I did not mind that it had no meaning and no depth.

I miss theater. I miss living the arc of the character, from curtain to curtain, and I miss the immediate audience response.

I miss the personalization that Vegas was - there were showroom captains and all the dealers knew the gamblers by their first names.

I miss working. It's real, you know? But I don't know anything but songwriting, and I don't even know that. I didn't go to school; the only thing I know how to do is this. The only thing that I know is that I know nothing.

I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal.

i miss you so much it's giving me a pain in my pancreas.

I miss All Stars, by the way. I was just telling people: how am I going to get by until January?

I miss CDs. I miss listening to a whole album, even the lame songs that sometimes grow on you.

I miss doing a series, but I don't want to do a series for a series' sake.

I missed her then but it was an odd sort of missing because by then, I knew the meaning of forever.

I missed my home - like the physicality of my home, I missed my friends and my family mostly and just hanging out and being in your home country - culturally it feels right and that is what I miss.

I missed you even when I was with you. That’s been my problem. I miss what I already have, and I surround myself with things that are missing.

I miss everyone. I can remember being young and feeling a thing and identifying it as homesickness, and then thinking well now that’s odd, isn’t it, because I was home, all the time. What on earth are we to make of that?

I miss good old-fashioned honorable people just trying to make something of life. Simply, without hurting anyone else. I know that makes me a sap.

I miss her, but I don't want to see her.